In the past

I yearned for his affection

Would make me feel like SZA

The cure of his weekend erection

But the smoke in front of the mirror has cleared

Releasing the bricks

Watering the heartache with tears

Mental conflict

Keeps him trapped in his fears

Through the heartache of the past

I’ve transformed and it’s weird

Like one day I made a list

& On that list

I asked Beloved to make the shift

So I could fly

I needed a lift

On the elevator to the top

To greet my love with a kiss

So crown me Bee Moore

Claiming my victory for sure

From my cup I continue to pour

Rejuvenate my life

The High Priestess

I am reborn pure.